On Tue, 19 May 1998, Curt Snyder, Hot's Desire wrote: > The discussion over ordering food that was too hot reminded me of a place > I went to once. I was in Ireland for a month and a group of people decided > to take me to the spiciest place they knew of, an indian restaurant in > Galway. Funny, a lot of these stories involve Indian food. Well, mine too! I went to a local Indian establishment that offers heat levels ranging from 1-10. I ordered a vindaloo dish and told them to crank the heat to 10. "I doubt you can make it hot enough", might've passed by lips, but I honestly don't remember at this point. Anyway, they brought it out and it was pretty darned hot - I was working up a fair sweat, but handling it nicely. About half way through, I got hold of something I thought might've been a potato, it was kinda hard to tell submerged in the sauce. No matter. I chewed it up. Yup, chewed it up really good. About the time I was about to swallow I realized the horrible mistake I had made. My eyeballs popped out. My body was englufed in flames as I began to spontaneously combust. My leg started to jump up and down and I couldn't stop it. I lost the feeling in my fingertips which was ok, since I was pretty sure my arms were blown off. I couldn't really verify, remember because of the aforementioned eyeball problem. Fortunately, El Grande blessed me with the mother of all endorphin rushes. Ahhh... I was dizzy and lightheaded, but felt *much* better. I really don't think I could've stood up I was so weak in the knees. I fully recovered a short while thereafter and finished the meal. Of course, my companion had problems eating eating between the fits of giggling, but at least I knew I provided a little entertainment. I still order a 10 there, but I'm now *REALLY* careful about gnawing on unidentified objects... :^) JLB -- Jody L. Baze Blue Sky Tours, Inc. Software Development 10832 Prospect Avenue N.E. System Administration Albuquerque, NM 87112 jody@BlueSkyTours.COM (505) 293-9462